In Hopes of Perfection

In hopes of perfection
We struggle, we mold and we twist for a chance to have what is considered happiness
Standards set by those who have none
Imprisoned by set morals
Unwilling to think for ones self
A soul with no feeling
Your heart beats in vain standards set by those who have none
Imprisoned by set morals
Unwilling to think for ones self
Brainwashed to believe
That the empty feeling inside yourself is happiness
Your life is perfect for the ones that surround you
But so wrong for you in hopes of perfection
We struggle, we mold, and we twist for a chance to have what is considered happiness
Your life is perfect for the onse that surround you
But so wrong for you